Table of Marathons

11 MCM (not for time) 11 Wineglass (950/1442)
10 MCM (not for time) 09 MCM (348/1076)
09 Washington's Birthday Marathon (22/44) 08 MC Historic Half (51/210)
07 Frederick Marathon (32/60) 06 MCM (394/1076)
05 MCM (547/1047)

Thursday, December 31, 2009

12/31: Crunch

I've quoted James Carvelle's "I don't to ice or lightening." many times over my past 5 years running. This morning, Denise's aversion to the treadmill led us out in heavy predawn sleet despite my misgivings. The inch thick crumbly ice was fresh, having fallen only during the past 3 hours. We ran alone mostly in silence, our attentions focus on out foot steps. Treading was remarkably easy. I noticed our foot turnover was identical, as so many other nuances we share after 32 years' living together. The crunching underfoot was louder than a conversation would have been. This helped our mutual silence, broken by an occasional alert to a patch of slipperiness or approaching car. At the end of her run, Denise gleefully pointed out that the bills of our caps were encrusted with ice from the falling sleet.

I ran 3 miles with Denise, then, not wanting to lose time transitioning to the treadmill, I ran another 3 alone outdoors. We were late this morning. I have been rearranging our running gear storage to ready for Dyana and Phil's arrival and spent an unusually long time just finding gear. Nonetheless, Denise got her run done, made breakfast for four, packed the "kids" off to truck unloading at their storage facility, packed me off to work, and prepared to receive the contractor who is putting the finishing touches on a remodel of both the upstairs bathrooms.

Its been a busy morning, prefaced with a run who's silence was broken only by the sound of running shoes crushing ice.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

12/30/09: Back in the Saddle

After weeks of interruptions while we prepare for the arrival of Dyana and Phil, the big event occurred last night. This morning I did my first run and workout in a week. While I'm struggling with a bit of a cold, the workout produced a tremendous increase in my sense of personal well-being. This, also despite a late night last night following their arrival.

I see the next 52 weeks laid out ahead of me, again. Fifty-two weeks of total accountability for the condition I will be in at the end of 2010. I am pondering Wineglass for the fall, maybe Washington's Birthday for the spring. I have never run a flat marathon and only one in good weather. I am hoping Wineglass could offer both. WB is just for training and the satisfaction that I ran my challenging backyard marathon once again.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

End of December, End of Year

Our daughter and son-in-law are moving to the Washington DC area over the holidays. In order to offer them space with us until they find a new home, Denise and I have been massively cleaning up the basement and going through the lifetimes of collected odds and ends to throw away. This has laid waste to my running program.

On the up side, I have moved the gym out of the finished room in the basement and into the larger unfinished space. This will result in a larger gym which will enable both of use to exercise at the same time without risk of my accidentally hitting her in the head with a swinging Olympic barbell.

Athletically, a somewhat desultory end to a year of mixed results. Nonetheless, the primacy of being the enabling parent, even of a 31 year old, takes temporary precedence over athletic ambitions. Next year, the quest for marathon performance continues. Its ironic that I started this year in the same frame of mind.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

12/24/09: 10

I crawled out of be at my usual 4:30 and stumbled down to a computer to check the weather. The 10 F current temperature completely daunted me, despite my frequent assertions that running outdoors in all conditions is best for training. I announced that I was running on the treadmill and proceeded to prepare despite Denise's protests that she would not run if we did not do it together outdoors. My retort that she had all day to run in the sun and when it was 25 degrees warmer had no effect on her. So, conscience got the better of me; we went for 3 frosty miles. Rather, it was 3 icey, snowy miles.

After finishing with her, I went to the basement gym, put in Dean Karnazes' 'Marathon Man' in the DVD player and ran another 4 miles on the treadmill. Denise joined me to stretch.

I find that I invariably find the anticipation of inclement weather more daunting than its experience. The phrase "Just do it." is fine advice.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

12/06/09: Ice

A runner I know has a euphemism, "I don't do lightening and I don't do ice." I understand the wisdom in his dictum.

Today, Denise threaded our way over the patches of ice from the melt of yesterday's snow. It wasn't real ice, I rationalized. As the sun climbed the sky, it ensured our passage back would be easier than the way out. After our travels to Florida, we needed to re-establish our Sundays along the Anacostia, despite the minor challenges.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

12/2/09: Fence Sitting

Its warmer this morning, 37F. The nearly full moon is shrouded by the first clouds of a weather front coming up from the south. The air is utterly calm. Its a sky worthy of Shelley or Poe. Mornings when Denise is not running, I tend to run on the treadmill, to encourage her to the basement to stretch or do a light workout. But this morning is so enticing. Will it be Maryland hills under a moody moon or iPod, BBC, and treadmill?

Thursday, November 26, 2009

11/26: Thanksgiving

Denise, Dyana, Phil, and I drove over the bridge to Panama City early this morning. We then ran back over the bridge over St. Andrews Bay and returned. Luck has nothing to do with our situation; we all earned the camaraderie and fitness that enabled us to share the experience of going high over the bridge, watching ospreys and pelicans glide by. This is thanks to the efforts of the members of our own individual efforts.

This is our last day in PCB. Denise and I return to Maryland to re-engage in our respective lives. This is the four weeks of rest after my fall marathon. Next weeks' training is the beginning of the search for a new level of physical and mental achievement.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

11/25: Military Weight Rooms

Denise and I ran 2.2 miles on the PCB Naval Support Activity. She clocked 24:25.

She stretched while I worked out in the weight room. We reminisced about similar facilities at Cherry Point and Iwakuni. One sure indicator of a military gym, at least a Navy or Marine Corps one, is that the weights are always racked......

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

11/24: St. Andrews

2.2 miles with Denise in St. Andrew State Park.
9.8 miles from the park to Dyana's home.

Denise returned to running after straining a rib three weeks ago. We did a gentle run in a pretty park under the shadow of Gainesville's half marathon in three months. After her run, she drove back to Dyana's home and I ran along Front Beach Road from St. Andrews. It was good to get back into double digits but I was surprised at how much the run took from me. The pace was roughly a 10:20.

Monday, November 23, 2009

11/23 - Touch of the Past

My daughter took on base at the Naval Support Facility to work out with her. The 2.2 mile loop is a scenic run along St. Andrew Bay and through stands of Florida live oaks. I was gratified by being able to pass a few sailors a couple of decades my junior during my run.

The weight room is a throwback to my old Marine Corps days, a dozen or so dedicated, fit, young people in a no-frills weight room under paddle fans. There was no music. The chinning bars are popular. Chins and pull ups are one of those foundational exercises that provide maximum stimulation to most of the upper body. There is an appealing simplicity to hanging there till exhaustion, for all to see. I do two of these movements. The first is a wide grip palms forward pull up. Later, deeper into my workout as I tire, I do a narrow grip chin with supinated palms.

As a parent, being a role model never ends. At 55, I hope I am demonstrating to our 31 year old daughter what entering the last third can look like. As other members of her family on both sides of the marriage bond are well into their respective physical and mental declines, I like to think that her parents are demonstrating that an ending surge to the finish line is possible.

Monday, November 9, 2009

11/9: Coach, Mentor

I am not knowledgeable enough to call myself Denise's running coach. I prefer the word mentor. I provide a mix of advice, encouragement, and companionship while she endeavors to assimilate a lifestyle that is still foreign to her background. A visit to her blood relatives is a strong reminder that nothing in her upbringing instilled a notion that fitness and health awareness are important parts of a well integrated life.

Denise has mild Morton's neuroma and is taking some time off from running. Last week, I did all my running on the treadmill in our gym in the basement. This provided the indirect incentive for her to come down, stretch, and do a bit of strength training. While I prefer to run outside in the early morning, the change to the treadmill was calculated to provide her with the companionship to do what was right for her, too.

We spent the mornings watching the BBC channel in the basement at 5:30 AM. Each marriage has its own dynamic.

Monday, October 26, 2009

10/25/09: All or Nothing

The all or nothing nature of a full effort marathon is one of its attractions. The training cycle for one is six to twelve months. Full recovery for the event takes one is one to three months. There are no second chances for a peak effort in the fall. For this reason, a fall marathon is likened to a report card on one's life for the year.

I arrived at the MCM starting line having run over 1,300 miles in 2009, two dozen long runs in excess of 20 miles, and with a peak of two months of tempo runs with total mileages hovering around 55 miles per weeks. This certainly represents the best running fitness in my life. I joined the 9:10 pace group, shooting for a four hour marathon. My PR was 4:16:22. The pacer took us through the hilly first eight miles at well below a nine minute pace. While I knew that the pace was too fast, my year's training and the fact that I was running with the "four hour" pacer made me complacent as I out ran my legs.

The 4:00 hour group has a very atmosphere than the 4:30 group I ran with in 2006. The latter's pacer chatted on running, nutrition, and health topics throughout the 26 miles. The group itself was chatty as humor slowly gave way to encouragement while the miles ticked by. The 4:00 hour group, on the other hand, was focused and quiet. The group glided through the cheering crowds while the pace occasionally let out a military-style chant of encouragement. I enjoyed being part of the visibly fit half dozen runners clustered around him. However, his surges eventually took their toll and I fell behind somewhere around mile 15.

At mile 21, my left hamstring was caught in an iron claw. I suddenly slowed with a yelp of pain and surprise which even brought glances from the EMTs on the other side of the road. The last 5.2 miles became a balancing act of running, walking, pain, and near exhaustion. I persevered in this final exam for 2009.

I crossed the finish line at 4:15:47, a PR, while not my goal PR.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Its 11 days

until the 09 Marine Corps Marathon. I've never trained so much for any race, having logged over 1,300 miles so far this year. I have a nagging minor pull in my groin from a 21 miler 3 weeks ago. It worries me, not on whether I can do a marathon, rather than whether I can sustain a 9 minute pace. I ran a 24-miler the subsequent Sunday. The question in my mind is whether the intensity of a 9 minute mile might cause it to act up.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

(as Denise and I say...) Halibut Taper....

This is a helluva taper. I missed 3 days' running because of school work. This morning was 6 miles easy.....just to hit 1300 miles this year.

Descending into the woods this morning, I saw a fox briefly dart from the clearing into the autumn woods he matches so perfectly.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Last Long Run

I ran 24 miles for my peak for the MCM. It is also my last run over 18 miles this year.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Transformations

I ran 7.5 miles today, to cap off a 55 mile week. I have never run 55 miles a week.

I have had 4 transforming experiences in my life. The first was the Marine Corps. I grew up in another place at another time. In the Marines, I learned my relation to being a male American in the Twentieth Century. In engineering school, I learned the relation of my analytical mind to of my essentially poetic mind. In the marathon I learned my relation with my body, and with hunger, exhaustion and transcendence. Finally in Buddhism I learned my relation to other living beings and the world.


This pursuit of a faster marathon has elements of transcendence. I do not know where it will take me.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Heavy Leaves

At 5 AM this morning, while walking Peanut, I noticed the sound dropping through the leaves of the elms behind our home. I realized that I noticed the new sound because of the absence of others. The frogs and crickets had gone silent for the first time this fall. I was hearing the sound of leaves, heavy with dew, falling through their companions.

We ran with the expectation of the 45F temperature weather.com was promising. From the beginning, it seemed colder. I was lucky I'd thought to bring gloves. At run's end, the themometer on the deck was reading 38F.

First run of the season below 40F. Soon, 38F will be a welcome releaf.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sunday: 28 Days Out

This wound up being a tough one. I started out with leaden legs. Despite this, I ran 21 miles. I would have run 24, but Denise had returned from the grocery store and the day was late. I did not want the long run to dominate the day entirely.

An interesting effect of training for a life time of marathons is that the athlete comes to perceive being tire or exhaustion as just something one works through and ignores. Today was a day like that. Jezz, I was tired, but being tired did not matter. So, I just did the miles.

People are often amazed upon hearing that I run 3 or 4 hours without a music device. Aside from the obvious safety issues of running alone with earplugs, I really have no need for the electronic crutches. Stepping out for a run is immersing oneself in the web of life. During my run this morning, I heard the pre-dawn cock crowing, robins stirring in their bowers as they awoke, the crickets in the wetlands in a symphony of humming, the prey squirrel screaming an alarm in a tree, probably at the sight of a prowling cat, and the predator hawk, screeching in the distance to signal its mate.

Finally, turning into the nortwest, the fall wind in my ears. It is a harbinger of the long, cold winter ahead.

I just have no need for earphones.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Saturday: 29 Days Out from the MCM

I have been sustaining a 50 mpw with weekly tempo run schedule and have 2 weeks left. In 08 and 07 I broke myself trying to get to this level. I'm amazed at how, with patience, the body adapts to greater and greater loads. Even the tempo runs feel natural....but never easy.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Sunday Run: Fall

It 44F out there. This will be my first run this season with gloves. There's a hint of red in the elms in our back yard. I've been watching the days shorten for weeks now.

It is 5 weeks precisely before my third MMC. With training, you can run a marathon faster, but its never easier.

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I ran 12 miles alone. The tempo training must be having an effect: my long run training pace has dropped by 30 spm. As usual, I picked up Denise and we went to Lake Artemesia. Her ankle is bothering her; she went for 6 miles. I then topped it off with another 3 miles.

Denise waited in a gazebo by the lake while I did my final 3 miles. By then, the temperature had reached the high 60s. We have run past this place in blustery 15F and wilting 90F weather. At that moment, when I joined her to stretch, the weather was perfect. The lake reflected a tree line just beginning to hint at fall and the blue sky above. The gentle breeze was just enough to cool but not chill. We lingered just a while to stretch, eat some post-long run snacks, and then leave the gazebo to the bee who seemed to find our fruit and yogurt smoothies so compelling.

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Use it or lose it: knees

It makes sense: cartilage is living tissue. When stressed, then rested, living tissue gets stronger. So running should be good for your knees.

More research supporting this:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=112556135

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Lumpen Miles

I usually wake Denise for our runs by wafting the aroma of a cup of freshly brewed coffee under her nose at 5:00 AM or thereabouts. Then, to aid the coffee, I noisily shave and wash up. While she gathers herself, I take Peanut out for his 'pee and poop'. By the time I return to our bedroom, she is usually up, in running gear and stretching on the floor.

I am peaking for the 09 Marine Corps Marathon. The goal is to sustain 50 to 55 miles per week for the 2 months before my taper without breaking. This week is particularly challenging since I have a meeting up at AT&T Lab on Thursday and will miss that day for training.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Self Test

Denise and I vacationed in Oregon two weeks ago. The necessities of traveling caused us both to miss our long Sunday runs. Today, we returned to them.

I bring Denise her coffee at 4:45 AM. Since she still dozes, I leave it by her bed stand and prepare for running.

I started my run at 5:20 AM. I ran from the time of bats to the time of birds. The bats are difficult to see in the predawn light. If one does not look for them, it is likely one will never notice them. Looking in the trees and focusing on the darkness ahead, one can divine the tiny black bodies darting in their nightlong insect chase. While a faint light begins to grow in the east, their numbers quickly dwindle to none. Passing west of the neighborhood commons, I look east to see two glowing bodies: the pale blue sky and the fog hanging over the cold, wet grass with its unearthly light. A robin flits low and so close as to almost pass through my legs. The large hawk I routinely hear on this side of the lake, and sometimes am lucky enough to see, screeches as it hunts its morning meal. Our suburb is just rural enough to allow for a rooster's call in the distance. I have run into the time of birds.

I run 12 miles alone on neighborhood roads. Completing these, Denise and I drive to Lake Artemesia for her eleven miles along the Anacostia river system trails and parks.

When I have not gone long in more than a couple of weeks, my self confidence erodes and I begin to question my ability to run long. Its not a good feeling when only seven weeks remain until the Marine Corps Marathon. Denise and I find ourselves running in nearly 80F weather as the run stretches into the morning. Her evolution as a runner has been truly amazing. Denise's self confidence in her ability to run into double digits and also do it in the heat has greatly increased her enjoyment of the sport and bled over into greater self confidence in her appearance.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Others

Denise has been feeling a little under the weather over the past 2 weeks. I let her sleep in this morning. Today is a rest day for her so she does not run. I make her a cup of tea and leave it on her nightstand before I slip out into the predawn light.

As the days shorten, I find myself delaying my start in order to increase the time I run in daylight. Running in  dark winter mornings weighs heavily on me, particularly at the end of the season. We are just entering that cycle again.

I do six miles today. This is two loops in our neighborhood. By the end of summer the combined effects of summer fitness resolutions and cooling temperatures brings quite a few beginning walkers and runners out to the early morning streets. I have watched this cycle for five years now. I know these numbers will dwindle dramatically over the next three months.

So little in society reinforces behaviors that are conducive to fitness and health.....(more later)

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Harbinger of Fall

Denise and I began our run at 05:30 this morning.  It was 50 F and breezy. The change was substantial from the the 90+ F runs before we left for Oregon. We even wore gloves.

 Seeing the neighborhood animal life is a major benefit to our early morning runs. Both a rabbit and a fox crossed our paths as we wound through the pre-dawn glow. Denise missed the fox; she has yet to see one of these furtively flit past in the world of humans.

I took Denise for 3.5 miles, then added another 5.5 alone.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Moments

Buddhists will say there is no future or past, just a series of moments in the present. These are the "nows".

I ran 3.5 miles with Denise early this morning. We looked for the bats that often are flitting about in the pre-dawn light, but saw none. The day was already entering the time of birds.

I ran another 4.5 miles alone after depositing Denise at our doorstep. On the return home, cresting the hill on Backus Drive that I dubbed "Mt. Tendonitis" years ago, I looked eastward, down the street at the remaining half mile. At the end of the street stood the mimosa that Denise and I have watched grow green with leaves and beautiful with flowers. In the late summer, these have faded. The sun was rising over the tree-line peeking through Delacroix-esque cloud cover. I could see steam rising from the earth from last night's rain. Around me was the chorus of birds awakening to their daily feeding.

The beauty of thee moment did not occur to me, my mind dulled by the accumulation of miles as I build to a 50-mile week. But it was not forgotten either.

The distance runner experiences miriad moments such as this.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Mondays

Monday after a long run is always low energy.

My Zen sitting was interrupted by Denise's reaction to a large hawk hunting in our back yard. It definitely had an eye for a young squirrel it had chased under the staircase to the deck. After attempting to get at the hapless mammal, the hawk flew up to the top of a bird feeder to wait in ambush. After it flew off, the little head of the prey gingerly poked out from the steps. It was some time before he became confident enough to come out for food.

Of course, witnessing this and taking some hurried photographs of the hawk disrupted my attempt at a 'Zen state'. This will come another time.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Mentoring

Today I took Denise for a 10 mile run on the Anacostia Trail System. I had just finished a 10-miler in our neighborhood to build my Sunday run to 20 miles.

I have been coaching and mentoring her slow re-introduction to running and subsequent build-up. Her goal is to achieve the quantum increase in strength and resilience that I experienced as a result of a training program that took me to and beyond 30 miles a week. Her pleasure at growing mental and physical strength is palpable. She is running with a maturity and independence that I've never seen her accomplish in the past.

As the temperature rose to just shy of 80 F, the run became fairly challenging. While walking occasionally, she toughed it out and finished with a huge sense of accomplishment.